Love is meant to conquer any obstacle,
and to still remain,
even after death.
It is a wildfire that burns and never dies,
and nothing stop it,
or quench the mighty flames.
It is meant to withstand anything,
and its power,
is meant to bring peace.
Love is as strong as death,
and its jealousy,
is as unyielding as the grave.
It is simply a passion,
to always be there for someone,
and do anything for them.
It allows us to become more than what we are,
and to become not only someone,
but a part of someone.
Love knows no boundaries,
needs no purpose,
and knows no evil.
It gives you strength,
when you feel so weak,
and it overcomes hate.
It always trusts,
gives hope,
and perserveres.
Love is life's eighth wonder,
and is searched for,
and strived for.
It teaches when you experience it,
can save you from yourself,
and brings new life.
It casts a spell over you,
but can also cast the sweetest curse,
and take over your mind.
Love should be effortless,
and violentless,
and a passion that lives forever.


Poem by BreakFree